Corner Pocket

Dark, hidden, stinky, strong drinks hole in the wall dive bar.
This is the kinda bar you go to with a group of friends. Because friends make even the weirdest places fun!
The drinks were strong, not bad can’t drink strong but you could really taste the booze. Service wasn’t the best. Waited for what felt like forever to not be noticed. Service wasn’t the best.
Get there early if want a table the places get crowded as the night goes on.

Corner pocket, the bar where everyone knows your name. That’z right you’ll get no closer to a real life Cheers then this bar. One of my favorite bars in West Seattle.

Good dive pool hall. They have games in te back including some board games. They have a safety hazard. I walked up the stairs on my way out And hit my head on the ceiling! (I’m not tall like Shaq.) Be sure to look up when you leave!!!

So, a friend and I are out last night and we have a post-​dinner hankering for some pool sharkin’. We start running through our options — Temple is too expensive on the weekends, the Canterbury is down to one table now and full of brogrammers these days, it’s impossible to park around the Summit Pub, Dante’s burned down… options are slim. Then the internet tells us about the existence of Corner Pocket, so we say to hell with it and drive on over.
It’s a little hard to find — the address is on Alaska but the entrance is on California… okay. We locate it, descend the stairs, scope out the situation and order up a couple of drinks. The bartender gets my drink wrong, but he’s super nice about it, so it’s fine. We wait a few minutes for a couple to finish their game and turn in the rack of pool balls to the bartender, at which point I go up to the bar and ask if I can grab the table after them. There’s no waiting list, so the bartender hands me the rack and asks for a credit card or ID to hold the table. I say sure, and hand over my card since I’m drinking and have a tab going anyway. Keep in mind that this is the extent of our interaction about the pool tables.
Another friends comes to meet us, we play a few games of pool, have a few drinks, chat and people watch. Everything is fine. The bar is fine. The bartenders are nice, the ambiance is that of your standard subterranean dive, the crowd is a typical mix of grizzled barflies, frat bro-​types and hipster couples on their first Tinder dates. There’s a juke box that plays anything from Rammstein to Danzig to Queen (our soundtrack of the night). The only thing that slightly concerns me is an incredibly intoxicated man that somehow keeps getting served at the bar. He is literally dozing off on his feet in between incoherently attempting to hit on several of the women in the place, and yet, for some reason, one of the bartenders still served him a drink. After a minute or so of swaying on his feet at the bar, his half-​empty drink is finally taken away, he stumbles away to the back of the bar (presumably, the bathroom) and disappears for a good thirty minutes. Eventually, he returns and stumbles out of the bar. The bartenders cheer quietly as he leaves — yet no one attempted to cut him off, check up on him or send him home.
Shortly after, we’re all pooled out and ready to leave. I go to close my tab, and am presented with a bill of $ 31 — for two ciders and a vodka red bull. I ask for an itemized receipt, and one of the bartenders explains to me that it’s $ 5/​beer, however much for the vodka red bull — and $ 15 for an hour and a half of pool. I am stunned, because there is not a single sign in the joint that mentions a charge for the pool tables, and the bartender didn’t mention it when I went to ask for the rack. I think it’s a safe bet to assume that, if I’m not informed of a charge, there isn’t one. I’m pissed, but I pay, because what choice do I have? And we leave.
It feels incredibly dishonest to charge for pool without disclosing the charge upfront. If we’d known there was a cost, we would have been fine with paying and might have known to be conscious of our time. But with no signs, none of the bartenders mentioning the hourly rate (and honestly, $ 10/​hour is rather steep for their mediocre tables) and no itemized bill (and I had to ask for a copy of my credit card receipt) it feels like I’ve been tricked and I’m still super salty about it. This bait-​and-​switch, combined with the fact that they don’t seem to cut people off, has completely turned me off of what otherwise might have been a solid dive bar option.

This is one of those places where I’m positive they do something shady to their liquor. Add rubbing alcohol or something. I would like to say I’m a pretty seasoned whiskey drinker who can throw down and hold my own but man, after 2 whiskey sodas at this place. I am sicker than shit. It’s a trip. It’s one of those black-​hole dive bars where bad shit always seems to go down. Weird place.

I like this place because there’s great people watching and the drinks are strong. But I just looked at my bank statement and it looks like the bartender decided to give himself a bigger tip than I gave him. It was only by an extra dollar, but still, I’ll only be paying in cash here from now on.

One of the greatest bars in all space and time. it’s a bar, not focused on food, with excellent, veteran bartenders. No frills, all fun.

The dart machines only have a first place. Doesn’t allow 2^nd-​4^th to finish the game. I want to know who the worst dart player is

Bad, stinky bad– and not in a remote dive bar kind of way. If you’ve spent 10 minutes there, It’s more like– I need a shower after that place kind of stink. This place is a reason Unilocal should give a zero star option.

Fun Bar. I like the Pool Tables and Darts.

Great hole-​in-​the-​wall bar with great drinks (they even have Boddingtons on tap), pleasant bartenders, and a fun atmosphere of pool, darts, jukebox and sports. Great place to meet friends for drinks and catch up, or watch the big game.

So apparently no stars isn’t an option but I was there tonight to enjoy my friends birthday and the bartender or whatever you want to call her had a «lost contact» while snuffling her nose. Couldn’t remember any of our drinks took me 20 min to even get a drink. Not to mention when I did get my drink a whiskey and ginger it was pretty much whiskey on the rocks which I did not ask for. Anyways I’m a west seattleite and I will NEVER EVER COME BACK! Please fire who ever works on a Tuesday night I was absolutely miserable.

Best bar in the West hands down, well priced drinks, pool tables are fair, bartenders kick major ass. Location is perfect, everyone knows where easy Street is so it’s super easy to find. Darts, pool, music is always on point. Good times here no doubt! I’d give them a 5 if they had fireball =p cheers.

Cannot believe how rude people can be…
My friends and I are looking to find a place to watch a couple different football games today. I have been calling around in West Seattle and came across the Corner Pocket on Unilocal and saw the high rating so figured I would give them a call. This is how the conversation went:
Ring Ring
CP: «what the f*ck?»
Me: «umm hello?»
CP: «what can I do for you?»
At this point I’m thinking its maybe a bar that messes with you…
Me: «I was just wondering if you are playing the Saints game today?»
CP: «ya we are playing the games, we are so busy, that’s why I don’t want to answer the freaking phone.»
Me: «so you answer and say «what the f*ck?’?»
CP: «yes»
Enough said. I can’t believe people can get away with being that rude. Needless to say we aren’t watching any game there.

What a cool little place! It is a little hard to find but totally worth it. Pool is $ 8/​hour and the drink prices are great! They have a great beer selection on tap and the pool tables are in really good condition. Only problem was that they didn’t have the chalk for your hands, and I would think a place like this would have it. But regardless of that we will definitely be back!

Dive bar to the tee! We were walking around West Seattle not knowing where to go. I was intrigued by how this place was underground. Glad we went.
As we were walking down the steps someone was coming up saying how stuffy it was. Well we walked in and yes it almost had a smoky quality to it.
We go up to the bar only to be beckoned by a extremely drunk «regular» asking us to sit next to him. What an experience he made it! LOL We had a blast!
They do pour pretty heavy and drinks are cheap. We didn’t eat anything, so no clue how food is.
We defintley will be back.

It’s a bit of a stretch to call this place a dive. It has the same funky charm that a good dive should, and it’s a bit off the radar for most folks, even in the neighborhood. But it’s a slice above dive status. Maybe a small slice, but it still counts.
First of all, just finding this place was like finding buried treasure. It’s down a flight of stairs I’ve walked past dozens of times and never noticed before. It’s right under Easy Street, so odds are you’ve been by here yourself plenty of times, too.
You walk in and it’s pretty much a pool hall. There’s a fully functional bar to your right, where you also get a rack of balls. The tap list is alright, and the top shelves actually have a few of the more common top shelf liquors. The tables are straight, if not immaculately felted. The sticks are pretty straight for the most part, and there’s chalk out.
Around past the bar, there’s a viewing lounge with tables and chairs and TVs; clearly they show some sports here, though we were here late to shoot stick. Bottom line, this is a fairly clean, very comfortably lived-​in bar where you could easily hang out for hours. I loved finding it and I will definitely be back.

Under Easy Street, they have a jukebox that you can pay for music with, a very mixed crowd, barkeep is fairly friendly, but on top of his stuff. Pool, darts, hang out spot. You will never feel out of place here. Its just a good west seattle bar you might miss if you dont take the venture down those steps.

The Corner Pocket. A hidden dive-​ish bar beneath Easy Street Records on California in West Seattle and the scene of a recent birthday juke-​jacking. Oh yes.
A group of 8 or so folks, still reeling from fried chicken overload at Ma Ono’s, roving the streets of West Seattle in search of after-​dinner drinks, stumbles upon the Corner Pocket after various failed attempts to get drinks at other area bars. Yeah, West 5 had no space for us and Shadow House smelled so bad inside we couldn’t even stay long enough to order a drink. But Corner Pocket was there for us, waiting to offer up a decent beer selection, friendly bartenders, stiff drinks, the Timbers (you cannot stop us) on the telly and to my great enjoyment, a TouchTunes jukebox. A jukebox that was, at the time, playing some seriously bad butt-​rock (Bön Jovi anyone?).
We snagged a table in the back and I immediately took stock of the situation. Our last bearable bar option in West Seattle and no chance were we going to stay for more than one drink in the currently grim musical environment. That’s when I learned up my group on how to successfully jack the vibe at a bar via the TouchTunes app on iPhone.
We went from shouting over country music to enjoying a few drinks over the likes of Outkast, Broken Bells, Mayer Hawthorne, Souls of Michief, People Under The Stairs and various other quality tunes. Now with these jams in effect, the Corner Pocket is a pretty solid place to spend some time. Cheap drinks, way nice bartenders, sports on TV, pool tables, darts and a bottle of Fernet on the shelf. Many of the elements I’d enjoy in a dive. It’s a little bright in there, but I could get over that. And the crowd? Mostly folks keeping to themselves and having a good time. However if I weren’t in the mood to drop some coin to jack the juke here, I wouldn’t be in to hanging with the kind of music that some of the other folks were playing (Georgia On My Mind? At midnight on a Saturday? Seriously? You want everyone in the bar to fall asleep or something?).
Anyway, I’m not sure if the other folks/​regulars in there were super stoked on our music choices, but it really did make the whole experience that much more enjoyable for us, and with our dominance in place, I’d say that it was a positive experience.

We accidentally stumbled upon this little dive one night.
–Pool
–Darts
–Jukebox
–Friendly bartenders
I dig it. Sometimes you just wanna hang at a dive bar.